One overcast Sunday morning in the spring of 2006 my friend Tammy called to ask if I’d like to meet her for an early hike in nearby South Mountain Reservation. I quickly agreed, glad to have this chance for some girl time. We walked swiftly along the undulating path, eager to get deeper into the park. Past the main loop, we unleashed Tammy’s dog Kelly who playfully ran ahead of us in search of her own adventure.
Archive for June, 2008
In the morning, Sam and I will begin the return journey to Bombay. This six-week trip to the US has been incredibly rich, as we’ve filled our days and evenings visiting friends and family on the east coast. Looking back at my posts, I realized that more than two weeks have passed since my last entry. I feel as if I’ve lived a dozen life times since then. I posted my last entry on the morning of June 6th, the first time I spoke to my sister in eighteen months. She had cut off all contact between us without an explanation. When I learned she was coming to my parents’ home (where I was staying) I was very nervous about seeing her. Would she speak to me? Would she initiate a confrontation? Would she want to reconcile? So many questions about her went unanswered. At the same time I questioned my readiness to see her. During this time of silence I experienced a range of emotions, including self-righteousness and anger, confusion and pain. In recent weeks I had sought the counsel of my spiritual teachers, who encouraged me to remain open and loving toward my sister. The morning of my sister’s arrival I awoke early to clean the house, literally and metaphorically preparing to receive her. I extended my daily spiritual practice to include an hour of morning meditation. The result was a loving encounter with my sister, which I believe is an open doorway to healing our fractured relationship.
Since our meeting, I have been holding in my heart the gifts I received through this process. The feeling is still a little dense for me and I haven’t yet put into words my spiritual experience. I do know that I am returning home feeling a little more spacious inside.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Today I went to Bath & Body Works. I knew they were having their semi-annual sale. I promised myself I would only buy a few items. Just a couple of body sprays to bring back to India. Maybe a hand soap or two. Something came over me when I walked into that store this morning. When I regained consciousness I was staring at 7 and half pounds of scented body care products laid out on my bed.
A family friend asked me what I think are the biggest misconceptions Americans have about Indians. Good question, I told him. No one had asked me this before and I drew a blank. I really didn’t know how to respond. Sometimes in the course of conversation people reveal their biases or preconceptions, but they are often veiled. So I asked my husband and other family & friends to answer this question. What are the biggest misconceptions Americans have about Indians?